The Big Hairy Spider

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Camping has so many learning opportunities…

Another night in the woods… but this time it’s about 95 degrees and 95% humidity in the middle of east Texas.  By the way, who ever thought that there was an option to camp in Texas in the middle of summer?  I wouldn’t recommend it…

Sleeping with little on without being indecent, sweating, the drops running down your neck… no breeze… not even a simple little wisp of movement… the frogs croaking drowning out the sleep, tossing to get comfortable.  Needing the sleeping pad but hating the heat it holds… hair wet and matted with sweat…

Thinking about seeing the specimen of the coral snakes that are around the area, the mosquitoes, the alligator tracks from it’s previous nights trek down the road… the scorpions… the fire ants… slowly falling asleep but only a fitful one…

Dreaming of the coolness of a breeze through my chest hair… that’s nice.  BUT WAIT.  Neck hair standing up again!  “It’s” moving from one side to another… it’s big… what is this thing crawling over my chest, methodically moving…disturbing my chest hairs?  With an incredible surge of adrenaline and the speed of a kung fu warrior, I reach down, grab this hairy creature off of my chest and fling it across the tent…  Heart pumping, mind racing… it must have been a tarantula.  It felt hairy and huge in the middle of the hot night. 

There’s my “friend” again… adrenaline.  Goodbye sleep.  I’ll have to rethink this summer camping thing.

 Simple life is so easily interrupted! Throw the spiders off your chest quickly.
 A simple life could depend on quickly getting rid of the “spiders” in your life. When have you had to do that?